"Mother? Mother where are you?", the silence broke in the Forest. A young fawn wandered around, hopelessly lost and shivering from the slight breeze. The crisp October air caressed her newborn fur, cooling her as she ran and looked around. She had only been alive for a week, and did not know much about the Forest or its inhabitants.
She came to a stop at a patch of violet flowers. Catching her breath, she slumped down and began to sob. "Why can't I find you, Mom?", she cried. At that moment, she heard a twig snap nearby. Her ears perked and she sat up, looking past the trees with her brown eyes.
In the clearing walked a great stag, the wind making his thick brown fur ripple as he made his way. His antlers rose up like the limbs of white trees, curling in all directions. The fawn could not see his face very well, so she hid behind a nearby tree and peeked at the stag curiously.
The great deer stopped, already aware of her presence, and turned to look at her. Startled, she concealed herself behind the tree, but she caught a glimpse of the face - red with a white nose and brow, his eyes seemed gentle, and there was a smile on his face.
The fawn's heart raced. She knew he had spotted her, and she didn't know who he was or what he might do to her. She wanted to scream, but her voice gave in. Her legs were tired and wobbled, and soon she lost her strength and hit the ground hard. Maybe he won't bother me..., she began to think, about the time the great stag peeked around the tree at her.
The fawn stared up at him with her eyes wide open. Her heart literally skipped a beat, and her blood went cold. She was terrified, and completely froze up. The stag smiled, bowed his head slightly, and began to walk away.
She let out a little sigh of relief, though still frightened, she found the strength to rise to her hooves. Okay. Run! Get away!, her mind tried to tell her, but her heart was already feeling a different idea.
The elder stag walked through the forest at an unhurried, solemn pace. His head was held high, but within he could feel his heart melting. Tired eyes gazed upon the bountiful trees and grass. In the distance the cooling babble of the stream could be heard, frogs singing a lullaby in the lush pond waters. For a moment the stag paused, his ears twitching to listen for any sign of life. But there was only silence, just as he had expected.
Grimly, he began upon his slow pace again, letting his mind wander down long forgotten paths of memories. There had been parties once, grand affairs with laughter and joy. There had been quiet times for him, as well. The faces of friends lost or rarely seen struck a chord in him, causing his steady steps to falter. Or maybe it was simply his age starting to catch up to him, perhaps he was going the way of grumpy old Walter. A choked laugh escaped at the thought.
The sound of other's laughter broke the deer's contemplation. His head swiveled to catch the sight of two young deer playing with each other.
[=10]So I was just thinking about stuff xD And I started thinking about how my deer would die, and decided to write it out here c8 This is simply imaginings, not really happening 8U And they aren't in order of death or anything like that; they're more 'preferred death scenes' I guess xD
Taliene : Deer
The morning's early rays of light filtered through the leaves, a large ray cast down onto a patch of golden grass. In this sunbeam there lay a doe; her pelt a faded brown colour, a once-pretty human face revealed by the removal of the mask she'd worn for so long. Her eyes were hazel in colour, but devoid of the clear brightness they'd once had. There were four deer crowded around her; her long-term mate, Gehirn; her adoptive son, Yori; her brother, Rutilus, and two close friends; Seele, and Oz. There was a small smile on Taliene's face as she moved her head closer to Gehirn's chest. The stag, his black pelt now a dark grey, was curled protectively around her, his red eyes gazing down at her with a terrible sadness. Yori had aged quite a bit, but his face was still young. He watched the doe that had been his mother for as long as he could remember with a broken expression, eyes wide and disbelieving. Rutilus, older than his sister, worn and tired, looked as though he was losing a part of his heart. He was. Oz, who had not known Taliene for as long as the others had, had his eyes closed, a mournful and pained grimace on his handsome face. The dark brown stag, Seele, blind and shaking, had tears streaming down his aged face. The entire scene was heartbreaking to watch. Their tears glistened as the sun rose higher in the sky, brightening the horizon.
"No tears," Taliene's voice was barely a whisper. "You're still alive..." Gehirn lowered his head to rest beside hers, his tears hidden from view by her fur.
"Taliene...Oh, love..." He choked out, forcing himself not to break down.
Karma stood in the deserted playground and sniffed the breeze. She let the cool air flow through her nostrils and fill her chest. She had waited for this day ever since her eyes first opened on her beloved forest once again. That was over a month ago, and it had taken her a while to get her bearings--and to remember. Being a fawn again had toyed with her mind, but now she was grown and she had found her old spells. It was time to bring them back.
Fire must be first. Karma raced on the wind, searching the forest for a flicker. Ah, there--by the ruins. She slowed and brushed by a motionless stag with candles on his antlers, catching one of her violets on fire as she went. She walked to a nearby tomb and, rubbing her antlers across it, delicately loosened the flaming flower until it fell to the ground. Quickly, she bent and breathed out a slow, deep breath. The light wavered, but did not go out. Karma stood and pawed at the ground, forming a symbol in the dirt beside the fire. She cast her spell and stood back, listening and waiting. Had she forgotten something? But no! A blinding golden light began to seep out of the grooves she had made in the forest floor. It mixed with the flames and grew until it was almost as large as Karma herself. When the light faded, there was only a smoldering pile of ashes where the burning flower had been, but lying next to it was a newborn fawn, naked but for the candles where her antlers would grow. Stella! Her heart leaped. She wanted to lie down and wrap herself around the sleeping fawn, but she knew her task was incomplete and that there would be time for their reunion shortly. A quick nuzzle and she was off.
She must bring back Echo, and the pond was the place for that. At the water's source, she darted through the tears of the the crying statue, letting its magic wash over her and turn her pelt crimson. Without stopping to shake the droplets from her fur, she leaped into the ravine.
